The story is extended version of previous chapter!
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The atmosphere grew colder as Taehyung's declaration hung in the air, sharp and unforgiving. “No, she isn’t your daughter anymore,” he said, his voice a storm of anger and finality. His piercing gaze bore into Jungkook, as if trying to shatter whatever resolve he had left.
Jungkook’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as the words struck deep. “Y-You can’t say this!” he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and rage. “I am the one who showed her this world! I gave birth to her!” His anger flared, but it was tinged with desperation, a plea for something that felt like it was slipping away.
Taehyung’s lips curled into a mocking smirk, his expression cold and detached. “Thanks?” he sneered, stepping closer to Jungkook. His hand shot out, gripping Jungkook’s jaw firmly and tilting his face upwards. “You’re either a fool or selfish—maybe both—if you think that just because you gave birth to her, you have the right to take her with you. Do you know what you did, Jungkook? You took a six-month-old baby away from her father, away from the home she deserved.” His voice was low and venomous, each word cutting deeper than the last.
Jungkook’s eyes filled with tears, but his anger burned hotter. “You don’t get to decide this, Taehyung! I’m her mother! Legally, officially, I am her mother. Stop acting like you can erase me from her life!”
Taehyung’s smirk deepened, his grip on Jungkook’s jaw tightening momentarily before releasing it, only to shove him backward onto the bed. Jungkook gasped as he landed, the force jarring him, but his eyes never left Taehyung’s. The man loomed over him, his presence dominating the room.
“You’re her mother?” Taehyung repeated mockingly, his voice dripping with disdain. “Fine. But you’re also the same ‘mother’ who thought it was okay to take her away from her father. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think I’d just let you run away and steal four years of her life from me?!” His voice rose with fury, his composure cracking under the weight of his emotions.
Jungkook pushed himself up, his own anger boiling over. “You’re one to talk about taking things away!” he shouted, his voice raw. “You took everything from me! My freedom, my peace, my life—everything! I ran because I had no choice, Taehyung! I ran because you were suffocating me, because I couldn’t let her grow up in this... this madness!” His voice broke, and tears spilled down his cheeks.
Taehyung’s expression twisted into something unreadable, a mix of rage, hurt, and something deeper—something he would never admit. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he tried to steady his breathing. “Madness?” he echoed, his voice dangerously soft. “You think protecting my family, protecting you and her, is madness? I may have been angry, possessive, even controlling, but everything I did was for you two. And you repay me by running away, by stealing my daughter from me?!”
Jungkook scoffed bitterly, shaking his head. “Protecting us?” he said, his voice trembling with disbelief. “You call shouting, shooting, and turning our home into a warzone protection? Taehyung, you don’t protect by making us live in fear. You don’t love by controlling and suffocating. You don’t... you don’t own us.”
For a moment, silence fell between them, the weight of their words settling like a heavy fog. Taehyung’s eyes burned into Jungkook’s, but behind the anger, there was something else—something fragile, almost broken. He turned away, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“You had her for four years,” Taehyung said finally, his voice quieter but no less resolute. “Four years. That’s enough. From now on, she’s mine. Only mine.”
